I Wish I Never Love You Novel Novels & Stories

“Sadly, yes. He never loved you. He did all that just so you could fall in love with him.” “What a dick.” A sudden energy rushed through me. Is this rage? I wish I had never met him. I wish he had suffered forever. Oh my god, I'm such a fool. Never again, I won't ever be a fool for a man again, ever.

When Blake was in middle school, Liam's novel, At the Horizon's End, had been all the rage. Information about him was scarce, mostly a few interviews on his website. It had been his debut sensation. The book had exploded in popularity, amassing over a million subscribers in weekly magazines when it reached a hundred thousand words, soon followed by a comic adaptation. Liam's novel had been a part of Blake's adolescence, a phenomenon that swept her school. Now, sitting across from her was the author she had idolized as a teenager, and he was her blind date!

She dragged her hands to my thighs and started lifting my dress up and then cupped the area between my legs ,on realization I gather all my strength ,pushed her off me and slapped her, she fell on the couch, touching her side where my palm met her. " I hate you ,I don't love you, I will never love you, you heard me? " I was furious that I didn't even know what I was saying. "Don't talk to me ever again , you are crazy "

She got out of bed, got dressed and slammed her way into the front room, dodging a vase at it cam flying at the door she had just come through. “What the actual fuck do you two think you are playing at?” Lucy screamed in shock “How dare you treat each other like this, the neighbours have had enough and frankly so have I. You act like fucking children not bloody adults.” Lucy looked at both her parents who seemed shocked that she had shouted at them. “What the fuck would you have done if that vase had hit me in the face?” She looked pointedly at her mother, “Well?” Her mother just shook her head, she honestly didn’t know what she would have done she was just so furious she hadn’t thought abou

a path I must walk. I insist, I wish we had never met. Even though I know good things don't always happen on stable ground. There will always be obstacles and difficulties, and I want you to know this. And now, there are two options for you: either stay or simply walk away, and whatever choice you make, I'm no longer concerned. Do whatever you want. I'm tired and sick of everything related to you. I wish I had never met you, and this path of life wouldn't exist, or I wouldn't be trying to convince you to choose the path that would benefit me. You don't care about me, and I don't even know why I care about you. You never ask about my night or how my day was. Those aren't your concerns. I don

“I told you in every possible way except the words themselves. But you didn’t want to see it. You wanted the fantasy. And now you’re angry at me because reality doesn’t match your delusions?” “I loved you,” I whispered. “That’s not my problem.” His finger hovered over the button to hold the elevator. “Now get in, or I’m making that call tonight instead of tomorrow.” I looked at my suitcases in his hands. Then at the exit, just thirty feet away. Freedom was so close. But so were fifty orphans who depended on St. Catherine’s. “That’s what I thought.” He pressed the button to hold the door open. “Get in, Aria. We’re going home.”

Another sob tore itself free. "And I loved you." The words hurt more than anything I had survived. "I loved you, and I wish I never did. I wish you had never made me love you. I wish you had never taken everything from me. I wish you had been the man I kept hoping you would become." Tears soaked his bloodstained skin. "I don't even know why I'm crying," I whispered through trembling breaths. "I don't know if I'm mourning you... or the part of me that never stopped looking for the good in you."

"We're going to figure out what we're going to do about this marriage. But until then, you will disappear. You will be invisible. You will not exist in my life." He turned and walked toward the door. "Miguel, wait—" I called out, desperation clawing at my throat. He didn't stop. He didn't even look back. He just opened the library door and walked out, closing it softly behind him.

"I wish I had the guts to walk away from what we had, but I can't, because I know you won't come after me, and that's what hurts the most." [ Author's Note ] Thank you for choosing this book. -This is my second book. I am a big fan of unrequited love so wrote this book, as many of you must've guessed while reading my first book, "If Only He Knew" which is also available on GoodNovel.